If the senses
make any sense
I'd rather dwell
On earthy smells
Grass soaked by rain
A fireplace
Jazmine, lavender, so many of them
If senses make any sense
Cinnamon is the taste
In sugary blend on bread and cake
It senses make any sense
The touch of clay taking shape
on molding hands warm and wet
If senses make any sense
The sound of birds
the wind's breath
the crash of waves
If senses make any sense
The white landscapes
The icy lakes
Evergreens and Spruce
Point up at freezing blues
